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Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 63

“Go to take shower!” his voice suddenly cut my fancy.

I turned around and saw him staring at me with his dark eyes. While looking into his mysterious eyes, I felt like flinching. So I shifted my eyes off from his and hurried into the bathroom.

Though the shower sounded loud, I could still clearly hear the phone ring in the bedroom. I supposed it might be Dennis’s. However, I saw him holding my phone against his ears with a sullen face when I came out.

Not until then did I realize that he answered a call on my phone. I hurried over and asked, “Who is it?”

He showed no response but to hand me the phone.

I took it over and saw from the screen that it was Luis. I frowned, wondering why he called me.

I held the phone against my ear and said, “Hello, Mr. Collins!”

I tried to be formal so as to avoid being wronged by Dennis.

He just leaned against on the sofa and fixed his eyes on his own phone with a sullen face still.

“I have dealt with the headline. And I am sure it’s necessary to have a press conference.” Luis said seriously.

His reply was a bit out of my expectation. So I nodded, “Okay, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” But he still seemed to bury something in his mind. Then his voice sounded again, “I will make you officially recognized as Mrs. Collins for the sake of my crush on you!”

I hurried to stop the topic, “Good night then!”

But I still noticed that Dennis was staring at me impatiently.

I knew I shouldn’t continue. So I hung up and put the phone away. I said to Dennis while looking at him, “It’s about the headline. He has…”

But it seemed to be a clumsy denial if I kept explaining. So I stopped even though I didn’t finish. Then I turned to grab the towel to dry my hair.

But then he grabbed the towel. I turned around and saw him, who was just focusing on his phone on the sofa, suddenly stand behind me. Before I could react, he started to dry my hair.

Both of us fell into silence.

After a while, he threw away the towel and ordered domineeringly, “Lie on the bed.”

I was stunned.

He took over the bottle of oil and kneeled on the bed with one knee. Not until then did I realize that he was going to massage me.

My face was rendered burning blushed. Then I looked at him, “You don’t need to…I can do it…”

However, I held back my unfinished words when looking into his gloomy eyes.

He remained unspoken and got some massage oil on his palm adeptly. Then he started to massage my calf. It felt a bit weird. I felt like breaking the ice with a topic but I failed to come up with any.

“Are you still being mad?” I asked cautiously, feeling worried.

He suddenly stopped and looked at me with his dark eyes. His voice sounded deep and alluring, “So how are you feeling now?”

I paused, not knowing what he meant. I thought he was talking about the cramp. I shook my head as it was just an excuse that Nanny Daisy came up with to alleviate the embarrassment.

“I am fine.”

But he stopped again and was about to leave. I grabbed to stop him out of instinct, “Dennis, if you are still mad at me, you can shout at me! But stop abusing me with coldness!”

His impassive attitude towards me really annoyed me a lot.

He sneered at me and looked quizzical, “Mad at you? So do you want to do something to make up for me?”

I was rendered speechless.

I bit my lips hard while looking at his cold face. Then I sat up on the bed and crawled on him in a clumsy way.

Perhaps he was annoyed because of my clumsiness. He pushed me away and said, “You are going to fudge me like that?”

I murmured, “If I were skillful enough in sex, you wouldn’t have enjoyed your relationship with Olivia.”

“Clara!” he seemed to be exasperated.

“Okay!” I answered and refuted, “Stop shouting! I can hear you!”

“Huh,” he sneered, “how dare you refute!”

After the routine of sex, he still hugged me tight and said with husky voice, “Enough…”

I didn’t answer. Nor did I tell anyone about what happened that day. As for the man who kidnapped me, I had never seen him again.

It seemed just like a nightmare only.

He held me in his arms to walk out of the bathroom. I was quite sleepy after the time-consuming process. I felt relaxed while leaning on his arm.

I murmured as I still remained vaguely sober, “Dennis, don’t be mad at me. I have never claimed an affair with Luis. I am pregnant and he is only in his twenties. How could that be possible?”

He turned to wrap me tight and said with sexy voice, “So you mean it might still be possible with another guy?”

Of course he was just simply bickering. I kept my lips pressed and glared at him, looking aggrieved, “So you still don’t trust me!”

It seemed to work when I showed my grievance. He smiled and kissed on my forehead gently, “Time to sleep.”

So I also stopped arguing. Soon, I fell asleep under the effect of sleepiness.

I had been in a business trip in the following days. When I finally returned home, I only fancied a nice sleep.

I lay on the bed for a while and then got up. At this moment, I saw some missed calls on my phone. It was Jackie.

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